A/N: I'm going to try my hardest to update at least every other day, to make up for the impossibly long gap between chapter 2 and 3. So, read and review?

Notes:

- I don't own Stacy's Mom. Or Teen Wolf. Or Twilight. Or CSI.

- Sorry, but Jazz isn't really going to be that important in this story, which is why Danny won't exactly be dumping all his secrets on her.

"Stacy's mom has got it going on!" Shawn half-sang, half-wailed.

"Can you turn it down? You know I hate that song." Gus adjusted his seatbelt, frowning at the radio as if it had just insulted him. "And where are we going? With my Echo, too?"

"All in good time, buddy! Anyways, you love this song! You sing it in the shower!"

Gus glared at Shawn until the last sentence clicked in his head. "What? That was one time- wait. You were in my house? When I was taking a shower? Again?"

"But Teen Wolf was on and the TV in the office wasn't turning on-"

"So you watched Teen Wolf at my house?"

Shawn turned up the volume, effectively drowning out Gus's voice. "STACY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOING ON!"

Gus jammed his finger on the off button, now fully annoyed.

Shawn smirked, but made no move to turn it back on. "Whatever, dude. If you ask me, the song doesn't really make sense anyway. I mean, what does Stacy's mom have that Stacy doesn't? Besides wrinkles and gray hair, of course."

Gus decided to drop the argument, since Shawn obviously wasn't going to answer him. "You're right. What kid falls in love with an older lady?"

Shawn deepened his voice. "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb."

"…Did you just quote Twilight?"

"What? Pssh.. No." Shawn shook his head guiltily.

"Yes, you did, word for-"

"Are we just going to bicker like two old crones or can I tell you why we're here?"

Gus looked out the window. He hadn't recognized any of the streets Shawn had crossed to reach the alley that was their destination. It was a generic alley, like any one could find in Santa Barbara, filled with trash, a few dumpsters, and what seemed like a dead body surrounded by crime scene tape. Police cars lined the block and Gus could see a few reporters trying to get close to the body.

"We have a case." Gus deadpanned.

Shawn nodded excitedly. "And for the day after Halloween, this one's fitting. A ghost murdered someone."

On CSI shows, the criminals always burned all the evidence. And although Danny didn't like referring to himself as a criminal (even in his head), he had to follow their example for once. He had gotten blood on his jeans, which he had stashed under a pile of dirty laundry on a maid's cart promptly after returning to the hotel. He needed to clean any trace of what had happened last night.

Last night was surreal. It was like pages of a horror story ripped out and pasted into his own life, and he didn't know why. Why were there ghosts in such a paradise-like town? Even in Amity Park, ghosts didn't have a thirst for murder.

Now, he was in the bathroom, frantically scrubbing his phone with a wet towel, trying to get the blood off. Normally, that shouldn't be such a hard task, but he knew from experience that blood mixed with even the slightest ectoplasm suddenly became so indelible, even the Guys in White wouldn't be able to get off.

"Danny!" Jazz banged on the bathroom door. "Some people need to use the bathroom too!" Unfortunately, Jazz and Danny were sharing a bedroom, which, by extension, also included the bathroom.

Danny hastily turned the sink off. "Sorry! I'll be out in a minute, I swear!" He hoped he didn't sound too guilty.

"Is everything okay in there?"

Crap. She sounded concerned.

"No, no! Everything's fine, I'm just… flossing! Cleanliness is a virtue, you know!" He tried to sound as convincing as possible.

"Since when do you floss?"

"Since when do you care?" he retorted.

Jazz huffed angrily. "I'm going to shower in Mom and Dad's room."

"Yeah, you do that." Danny held his breath until he heard the door close with a click. Then, he wiped down his phone one last time and attempted to flush the bloodstained towel down the toilet. Please don't get clogged, he thought. Please, please- Oh, no.

The towel floated back up, and the toilet made a disgusting sound as water started pouring out the sides. Now there was even more evidence to hide.

Danny decided that he'd make a terrible criminal.